Pam, Abbey and Trish arrive in one car to Maggie's house. The three women can be seen approaching the house with their heads down and very quiet. They wear knee length coats despite the warm weather.
Pam goes to knock on the door when Maggie opens it up from the inside. "Is Randy still here?" she asks.
"No, I dropped him off at the movies," Maggie answers. "He has been dying to see some of the summer flicks so I bought him and his friends Joe, Rob, and Jake tickets for the 7:00 pm show."
"When will he get home?" Abbey asked.
"Luckily, he asked to sleep over Joe's house and I told him yes. I am glad he is but I didn't want Brad to know. I wanted him to think Randy would be home at 11:00."
"Wanted?" asked Pam.
"Brad stopped by about fifteen minutes before you got here. I tried to tell him that Randy would be home at eleven but when he asked if I was telling the truth, I couldn't lie. He was mad at me for trying to lie to him and said I would pay for that later tonight," Maggie shivers.
"Where is Brad?" asked Trish.
"After finding out what time Randy was going to be home he borrowed the minivan and took off, that’s his car out front."
"That's his car?" asked Abbey. "I thought he always drove fancy sports cars. That's an old Chev Nova out front. I bet it only has a four cylinder in it."
For the first time that night, Maggie smiled. "Yeah, it must be hard for him driving that. He must have needed the money for something. I didn't dare ask him about it."
"Why did he want your minivan?" asked Trish. "It may be newer but that's less sporty than that Nova."
"I don't know? When he left he just told me to give him the keys and to make sure you didn't block the garage when you came. He also left us some instructions."
"Instructions?" asks Pam.
Maggie holds up a sheet of paper and starts to read it:
1. Tonight when I get here, there is to be no talking unless I ask it from you. That is all of you. 2. You will nod yes to any question I ask you. 3. You are to be dressed in your lingerie when I arrive. 4. You are to wait for me in places and positions I have shown Maggie. 5. You are to be prepared to be fucked in any hole.
"What places?" asked a frightened Abbey.
"Prepared?" asked Pam.
Maggie pulls out a jar of KY Jelly. "Stretch our assholes is what he means," she explains.
"Let me help you with yours," grins Pam.
"Pam!" she says trying to keep a straight face.
"Listen, this is all screwy but we need to have fun where we can or else it will be admitting defeat to him,” Pam answers.
"Your right but he sad he would be home by 7:30. That only gives us ten minutes so we better just grease up ourselves for now," Maggie smiles at her sister.
Off come the coats, revealing four very sexy women. Pam is wearing a powder blue halter bra with dark blue edging that pushes up her tits and displays her nipples. A matching g-string does little to cover her bald pussy. A dark blue garter belt holds up powder blue stockings. Five inch spike heels help give the finishing touch. Her makeup is thick and loud as are the other four women's.
Maggie is dressed in a black lacey teddy, which crawls up her ass and splits her cunt lips and hugs her body like it was part of it. Two one and a half inch holes expose her nipples. Garters hang from the tabs on the teddy to hold up her black stockings. She wears six-inch heels to add to her impressive figure.
"How did you get in that?" asks Trish.
"There is a snap on the crotch," tells Maggie, spreading her lips to show her the snap.
Abbey is wearing an emerald tight lace-up corset, which accentuates her boobs. A black leather studded dog collar goes around her neck. The bottom of the corset has garters attached to her emerald stockings. A silky emerald bikini bottom is held on by two bows on either side of her hips. She is wearing her knee high go-go boots.
Trish is wearing a black shear one-piece body stocking with vertical stripes. The only her head and her hands are not covered. Her crotch has a vertical slit in it for easy access. She has on six-inch heels.
"Well where do we stand?" asks Pam as she finishes greasing up her asshole.
"I am afraid it is a little more than that," Maggie explains as she reaches into a box near the door and holds up several pair of handcuffs and rope.
"Doesn't he know we must do what he says?" asks Abbey with distaste.
"It must give him more of a feel of control," suggest Pam. "Lets get it over with, he will be hear soon."
Maggie has Pam and Abbey bend over the table facing each other. There heads sit on the table next to each other only inches apart. She then hand cuffs their hands together and ties a rope to the handcuffs and under the table. This holds them arms out, flat on the table. Next she handcuffs their ankles to the table legs. This leaves them sprawled out over the table. Maggie can't keep from giving them each a slight smack on the ass as she leaves them their. The both smile, breaking the tension in the room.
"How about me?" asks Trish.
Taking out some cotton rope, Maggie has Trish lay in the center of the living room on her back. She then ties one arm to the stair banister and the other arm to a hook wedged under the front door, leaving Trish stretch out in the shape of a cross. Then she grabs on leg and stretches to the other end of the banister, pulling it tight. Grabbing Trish's last leg, she pulls it tight to a hook wedged into a window on the far corner of the room. She is stretched out spread eagle on the wood floor with her hands and feet suspended about a foot off the floor.
"Sorry but I was under instruction to pull the cords tight," Maggie tells Trish.
"I know the bastard had you do to it," Trish spits out.
Maggie then walks over to the kitchen door where she ties one rope loop to a rung in the lower kitchen cabinet and another loop through a window cut out to the dining area. She attaches handcuffs to these and then handcuffs her wrist in them. This leaves her in a bent over position, he ass facing the door to the garage.
"I hope he comes soon, I don't know how long I can stand like this," complains Maggie.
Soon a car can be heard pulling in and the garage door opening up. The girls lift their heads when they hear all the minivan doors open and shut and several male voices coming from the garage.
"He wouldn't dare," gasped Maggie trying unsuccessfully to move.
"Hello their," come Brad's voice from behind her. She looks back through her legs and sees at least four other men behind Brad. The all look filthy and barely sober.
"Sure this is OK?" drooled on man's voice.
"If they tell you to stop, stop," Brad answers. "But they won't, they are just living out their fantasies aren't you ladies."
Despite my horror and revolution, I find me head nodding yes. So that is what those instructions were about.
"Don't worry, as soon as you start, they will be groaning in pleasure. Now remember what I told you to do." Brad grabs two of the men, "You two each take a women at the table. You can use their cunts of their asshole or both, but the first load you loose, you must loose on their faces."
"How will we reach their faces in the middle of the table?" asks one man. Mark pulls up two chairs to the side of the table and each girl. " Just stand on these and spray them down."
Fucking asshole.
"Now you two have a special job for me," he smiles. "I want one of you up this bitches ass and the other cramming your cock up her mouth." I can’t see whom he is talking to or about but I hear one man come up behind me and the other come around front of me.
'God, No!' my mind screams while I stand there silently.
"Before you loose it, I want you to switch places for the last few strokes. You can let the first surge go in her but the next surge I want all over her," he grinned wickedly. After a little break we will switch.
I tug on the rope, which only causes Brad to scold me. "Need to get these a little tighter." He takes the loop through the cutout, unties it, and yanks it tight. "There now, let's start."
I two Brad has picked for me are the scummiest of the lot. It is hard to imagine they have ever taken a shower. It only takes a few seconds for them to pull off their pants. No underwear to bother with.
The man behind me slaps my ass and laughs, "Hey bitch you are going to love this." He grabs the crotch of the teddy and rips it open. "Fresh fish," he tells me as he licks my pussy from behind.
"Yes you are going to love the feeling," commands Brad from between Trish's legs as he dives into her spread eagle form.
"Ahh," I hear a painful groan come from her as Brad bites down on her nipple through the sheer stocking outfit.
I can hear one man over by Abbey and Pam holler something about riding.
Just as I feel sorry for them I feel the guy behind me slam his cock into me. Fuckkkk that hurt. I wish I had stretched myself more. The smelly guy in front of me grabs my chin and forces his cock down my throat. All I can think of is the strong urine scent coming from him.
"How you like that you prissy bitch," he spits out.
You fucking bastards. This is rape. If I could I would bite his cock right off but I must have been given some command not to hurt anyone fucking me. Soon they start pumping in and out of my ass and mouth. They must be timing it because they both shove forward at the same. My sighs of pain escape out the corners of my mouth. What the hell has happened to me?
But the pain is slowly replaced with arousal. How fucking humiliating and yet how fucking erotic. First I passively accept their members but this gives way to active participation, as I taste the precum on my assailants cock.
I can't believe my body is betraying me like this but all I want is more. Soon I am straining to lick the scum off the man’s balls in front of me and push my ass into the man behind me.
"Fuck, she is getting into this," comes a surprised cry from the man in front of me. Just as I am about to reach it, they stop.
"I am not going to make it much longer," the man behind me tells his partner.
"Me neither," agrees the man fucking my mouth. I want to cheer and protest at the same time as they withdraw their cocks. 'Don't leave me like this!' my body cries. 'Get the fuck out of here!' my mind wants to scream. I hear them switch places as I remember what Brad has told them.
Soon they start again and I taste my own bitter asshole mixed with the new man's precum. Somehow even this only turns me on. Within a few strokes I feel the man behind start to pump in my ass. HE grabs my legs and pulls them out from under me. With the man behind me holding my ass up by my thighs, the only thing keeping my face from hitting the ground is the man's cock in my mouth and my arms stretch between the doorway.
The man behind me lets me down and withdraws as I feel his hot jism shoot up my back. The man in front only lasts one more pump than the man behind me and I feel and taste his hot cum spill into my mouth. Somehow I feel cheated when he withdraws and starts pumping my face and hair with his jism. I desperately, to my humiliation, lick up as much of it as my tongue can.
"What a whore," I hear Brad cheer from inside of Trish.
I can feel the man spread my ass as he decides to take me up the asshole. It only takes him a second to untie the bikini bottoms. Hot sticky hands reach around my front and start pawing my tits.
"This bitch is built to ride," he yells as he slams in.
The harder they pump the more Pam and I have to watch our heads. As I turn my head towards her I see matching tears of shame come down her cheek. Soon the start to keep a steady rhythm. Despite myself, I start to enjoy it. Maybe Pam is right, we need to enjoy what we can of the situation. I look at Pam who is also starting to experience the pleasure. Before she can realize what I am doing, I snuggle my mouth up to her and start French kissing me. After an initial pause her hungry tongue answers me.
"Look at these dikes Tom," come the reply in front of me.
"We better help them along," agrees his partner. Soon I can feel him pick up his pace and start pounding my ass. I can't believe how good this feels. Just as I about to loose it I feel the guy behind me pull out and stand on the chair. His friend must be just as close as he stops and gets on the other chair.
"Ready or not," my guy yells as he jerks himself off. The both start hosing down our faces with their sperm. Amazingly this is what finally sends me over the edge as I lick up all I can from the table and Pam's face.
About his time, Brad finishes up with helpless Trish spewing all over her face and the front of her outfit. From where I am, I can see cum seep through the nylon material and gather on her breasts. Standing up, he comes over to the table.
"Have a beer," he smiles at his accomplices pulling out a six pack of cheep beer from the fridge.
"I think my bottle needs a little wetting," I hear one of the guys say. "You only used her ass right?" he questions his compatriot.
"Yeah," I hear a sneer.
"Good," came the reply from behind me. "This'll do." A sudden shock came to my system as the man shoves the ice-cold neck of his beer up my hot pussy. "I wonder how far it will go?"
The other four came around back of me to watch as the man slowly pushed it deeper. "Bye, bye neck." How fucking humiliating, having someone cram a beer bottle up my pussy. Still even the cold is not chilling my pleasure button as a groan escapes my lips.
"Listen to this hussy," he comments as he inches the bottle in.
Soon my hips start to hump the bottle to my utter embarrassment. I can feel the tips of his finger come in contact with my swollen lips as the bottom of the bottle is swallowed up.
"Fucking wow," he comments taking his hand away.
My hips are pumping as much as they are able to move as I feel the bottle tight in my pussy. Soon the bottle explodes out of me driven out by the foaming beer.
"I think she just got me hard again just watching her," I her the man say. "What do you say we switch bitches and get started?”
"OK," Brad replies. "I'll take the one in the door and you two can have these two. I want you two to double team the lady on the floor."
'This is not happening. This is not happening,' I keep repeating to myself. I still feel the residue of Brad's cum as he shot a load all over my breast and face. What is worse is that I orgasmed from it.
"Your gona love this one like you friend loved that bottle," came a harsh voice.
"I got bottom," called the other guy. He lifts me up and crawl under me, impaling my ass with his cock.
"Get ready for some fun," grinned the gut on top.
Soon both my holes were filled and I had four hands grabbing my tits.
'I hope you have a heart att .... Fuck I can't believe it feels this good. Well I hope you have a heart attack after you are done screwing me,' I think to myself. I can't believe how good it feels to have them screwing me together. I bet they can feel each other’s cocks rub together as the cram me full. God I wish their as another for my mouth.
Just as I think that, I hear Brad come over from Maggie.
"I am going to have Maggie begging for my cum," he grinned. "I am going to leave her there until she starts begin for it. Let me have a piece of this whore." He motions for the man on top to give him room and then he straddles my face. As I sucked his cock I realize he must of already used both Maggie's holes before coming over here. I can taste her ass and pussy mingled in my mouth. God, what a fucking perverted asshole he is. 'Fuck, does he taste good,' I think to myself in disgust. Soon he is pumping down my throat as I swallow his cock. I can't resist tickling his balls with my tongue. Shit, it feels so good to be so full of men. I can't believe I am doing this.
The man on bottom lost it first as I feel him pumping my ass full of his load. The guy on top cums within the next few strokes filling my pussy full of his juice. Finally Brad pulls back out of my throat and starts pumping his jism into my mouth. I can't believe how good he tasted.
"You want to say something Maggie." I hear Brad say. "I give you permission to speak to me but only whispers."
"You fucking bastard. You are such an asshole," I can hear her whisper.
I can't believe the bastard. I would love to cut his cock off. That would be too easy, pull it off. Grab hold of that cock with my bare hands. Grab ... Shit .. Try to concentrate Maggie.
"You want some of this jism don't you Maggie, tell the truth."
"Damn it all. I do," I can hear the shock in my own voice.
"You'll have to do better than that." I watch as he pulls out of Trish's mouth and lets his cock drip over her face. I wish I could go clean up her face. Or suck his cock clean.
"Please Brad"
"Please what? Tell me what you want. Tell me how you think I want you to ask."
"Please Brad, let me clean your cock ... Use me Brad..." God I can't believe I am begging him. "Fuck me Brad ... Let me be your bitch Brad." I swing my hips forward and stretch my crotch to him. This leaves me hanging from my arms, spread eagle to him. "I'm you bitch Brad ... Use me anyway you want."
"That's more like it," he smiles at me as he comes forward. "You'll have to wait a little for this cock but you can lick it clean for now. Stay like that," he tells me as I try to move. Fuck this is uncomfortable. He straddles my boobs, placing his cock in my face. As much as I want to bite it off, I can't. As I lick it I can taste the remains of his cum on it. God it tastes so good. Finally he moves away.
"I'll be back." he goes over to the other guys already drinking their beers. Man this is awkward holding myself like this; my hands are going numb from lack of circulation. How humiliating. Does he expect me to stay like this forever?
Brad comes back with another guy and two unopened beers. "If you do good on this, I will reward you," he pops the two beers open.
"You," he hands one of the bottles to the man next to him. "You take this bottle and work it in her ass. Make sure the whole neck of the bottle is in there. Me, I am going to work her cunt with this bottle. Now Maggie, Abbey was able to get a whole bottle inside her pussy, I expect the same from you." The fucking prig looks me right in the eye. "Now you job is to fuck these bottle hard enough to get as much of it to foam into you as possible. I will decide if it is enough. If so, as soon as I am hard again, I will fuck you myself and let you suck my cock dry."
By now the other two guys have come over for the show.
Damn it all, I can feel the first guy working the ice-cold bottle up my ass. 'Hey slow down,' I want to tell him but Brad hasn't given me permission to speak to the other guy. As I pull my hips up Brad shoves the other bottle in my burying hot pussy. He keeps his finger over the end until it the neck is completely in me. Some spills out of my pussy when he releases it but my pussy clings tight enough to it to keep it to a minimum. The guy beneath me has finished inserting the whole neck of the bottle but is having fun twisting it around inside me. Damn, I never would have believed that would feels good. I can't help myself as I start humping the bottle. On the up strokes, Brad holds the bottle firm causing me to push it further in my pussy. On the down strokes, I can feel my ass ram against the body of the bottle stretching my ass little by little.
"Look at the cunt go," laughs Brad.
Soon I can feel the bottle in my ass giving me a beer enema. The bottle in my pussy is squirting out to as the cold beer squeezes out between the bottle and my pussy and dribbles down my crack and ass cheeks. The sensation is wild as I reach an orgasm. By now Brad has finished inserting the bottle and holds on to only the very bottom.
"I can't believe it," I hear the guy underneath me say. "She's got half the bottle in her ass."
"She always was a big asshole," Brad laughs.
Damn, I can feel myself going over the edge again.
"That's good enough for now," Brad tells the man. "Lets go get a beer for ourselves. Oh leave it there for now," he tells him as the man goes to remove the bottle. Damn him.
I can't help but continue to try to fuck the bottles as the other men watch. To feel the bottles just jiggle around with no one holding them is both erotic and frustrating. Soon one man then the other man grabs the bottles and pumps them into me. For the next half an hour Brad and the three men torment me with those bottles and I reach it countless time. I am spent when finally Brad reaches in me to remove the bottle from my pussy and the one from my ass.
"Now finish these off," he tells me holding the pussy bottle up to my lips, "and suck it like a cock “ Beer and pussy juice, what a combo. I take the whole neck of the bottle into my mouth and suck on it while I drink it down. This bottle only has an inch left in it so it goes quick. "Now this one," he says holding the ass bottle up. Who would of thought my own shit could be enticing as I suck on the bottle's neck. This one is half full so some of that cold beer drizzles down my face and neck.
"Now lets have some fun," he tells the others. "And don't forget what I told you at the table." He grabs me by the thighs and lifts me onto his cock. Now my head is lower than my pussy and he pounds me. Soon one of the men straddles my face as I suck his cock. They keep switching back and forth, one man then the next. Soon I forget their filthy smells as I feast on cock. Another orgasm is short in coming. I can tell Brad is close when he signals the other four men. "On the count of five," he grunts. The guy in my mouth pulls away and I notice the other men have surrounded me and are jacking themselves off. They must have been doing this the whole time because from the look on their faces they were close.
"One ... two ... three ... four ... five," Brad pulls out of my pulsating pussy and starts hosing my body down with jism. Damn, that hot jism sends ripples of pleasure on me. Seconds later one then the other four men start squirting hot cum onto may face, tits and in my hair. Fuck, I can’t move my mouth fast enough or open my mouth wide enough to catch it all. I try to be the best sperm bank as I squirm and twist to catch it all. The heat from their jism on my body throws me into another orgasm. My hips buck up and my back arches as I feel the hot cum drizzle over me.
As my thoughts return to me, I can hear the men laughing at me.
"She really enjoyed that," one laughed.
Really enjoyed being raped and cummed on. What is wrong? I believe now we were hypnotized but my brain still hollers that hypnosis can't make you do what you don't want to do and I had really enjoyed that.
I twist and turn myself to get my knees under me, trying to get some blood back into my arms.
"Time to get going," I hear Brad tell the men.
"I got to use the bathroom," I hear one man tell him.
"I told you that these two rooms were the only ones you could be in," Brad replied testily.
"Do you want me to piss on the floor," the man asked taking aim with his dick.
"No," Brad said, a smiling forming on his lips. "Maggie, remember you lied to me earlier."
"Yes," I answered hoarsely.
"Here is your pay back," he said motioning the man to me. "Use her mouth, and she better not spill any."
I looked at Brad in horror as the man approached, pleading with him with my eyes. Brad ignored me as he continued to get dressed.
"You have to learn," Brad replies as the man pops open my mouth by pinching my jaw. "And don't get sick on it."
"I've been holding this a long time," the man smiles down at me. He must have. His urine hit the back of my throat with such force that I thought I would hurl. I am swallowing rapidly trying to keep up with the flow but it is hard to swallow with your mouth full. After what seems like five minutes he drizzles out. Only a small amount had escaped my lips. When he let go I just hang my head in shame.
"I think I got to take a shit," another man chimed in.
"No, that's enough for today," Brad replies unlocking my handcuffs.
"What if we are not through?" asked the biggest of the four men. He swaggers forward as Brad reached into the box that had held the handcuffs and rope. Suddenly Brad stands upright and fires something at the man. The man twitches and falls down, pulling the phaser wire out of him. Both men and women look on in shock.
"He is alright, just stunned. I had this just in case," Brad smiled at the other men. "Now go untie the rest of the whore," he tells me handing me the key.
I stumble onto my feet and go to the rest of the 'whores' letting them go. They all looked at me with pity for what I had endured. I couldn't look them in the eyes.
Maggie unties me and I slither to the floor for lack of strength in my legs. I look at Maggie's hung head and cum filled hair and shudder.
"Get dressed," Brad tells me. "Wash your face and put some more makeup on. You three, clean up here. I want you to lick the floors and table clean."
I walk over and put on my lingerie, which is all I had brought to wear. I head to the bathroom and clean my face up. As much as I wanted to clean the jism off my back, I can't without Brad's permission. Next I go back into the living room and grabbed my coat to cover up as best I can.
I watch Maggie and Trish licking up a puddle of beer and cum from the doorway. Abbey is working on the table where we had been tied. As sick as it was, I felt a sort of envy watching them suck up that sweet cum.
Brad has two of the other men dragging the unconscious man to the van. He motions for me to follow.
The unconscious man is lying down on the floor of the van. Brad takes the back most seat, gives me the keys and has the other men sit where he can watch them. He then has the men pull hoods over their faces. "That way the don't know where this house is," he explains. I climb into the drivers seat and start up the van. The smell of sex oozes from my companions and me.
"Let's go."
I use the garage door opener on the door, back out of the garage and head down the street. Mark motions at me with his head having me turn one way than the other. The zigzagging we do must be meant to confuse the men, who couldn't see. In the condition they are in I doubt their ability to tell where we are anyways.
"Stop here."
I pulled over near a dilapidated building.
"OK boys, time to get out."
The men take off their hoods and stumble out.
"Any time you need me, I live around here," one of the men tells Brad with a glimpse up front at me. The other two nod their heads enthusiastically as they dragged the semi-conscious man out of the van.
"I'll keep that in mind," he replies climbing to the front seat.
As we take off, Brad places his hand on my thigh and says with a smile, "I always wanted to screw your bitch of an ass."
Damn him. Damn him. Wasn't he satisfied with the night? Still his hand on my bare thigh causes my body to start to react.
"I need some better beer," he tells me as we are driving back to Maggie's. "Stop at the next package store." His hand creeps up my leg and grazes my pussy. Shit it was hard concentrating to drive.
As we pull up, he pulled loosens up the belt on my coat and unbuttons the three buttons. "You need to buy me the beer," he informs me mentioning the particular brand he wants. "Don't tighten up or button your coat," he adds as I got out of the car.
I can feel the coat open enough to reveal my powder blue bra but it still manages to cover my nipples. I concentrate on each step lest if falls completely open. As I walk into the store, I see a young man and a young woman at the counter. Both look up at me but with opposite reactions. The young man obviously enjoys watching me, which cause more excitement in me. Man, I need to gain back control of my body. The woman, gives me a distasteful look, and then goes back to her work. The shame I feel only increases the flame inside of me.
As I grab a six-pack from the freezer, one nipple pokes out. It is standing at attention for all to see. As I walk down the isle, the other nipple breaks free. My nipple feels like they are screaming for attention as I continue to walk. The man notices me coming and quickly moves to the register to ring me up. The woman looks at both of us with disgust.
"Is that all mam?" he asks.
"Yes," even as I say this, the jacket falls completely open. I do my best to ignore this despite the appreciative glance I get from the guy.
"How about some lottery tickets or...," he offers, obviously trying to stall me.
"No thank you," I smile to him handing him my visa. 'If I stay in here much longer, I will probably rape you,' I think.
"Have a good day."
I sway my hip as I walk out and just smile at the woman who looks on in shock.
Brad is smiling at me as I get into the van. "Tighten up your coat," he jokingly scolds me. I hand him the beer as I drive towards Maggie's.